I'm not your aunt

The moment we heard the click of the door, Chris relaxed. “Are you really going to take him in?” She frowned, looking at me like she was trying to read my thoughts. “You didn't ask him to leave because you are thinking of subtle ways to let him go, are you?”

"What made you think so?”

“I don't. It's just —”

“I didn't lie to him. I told the truth when I promised to take him in after speaking to my mates. You didn't expect me not to lie, did you?”

She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “There's no way to know what's going on in your head. I just wanted to know what you thought about him.”

“He's a witch. Of course, I will take him in, just for that. I only asked to speak to my mates because this place is theirs. I can't just bring in anyone I want just because they let me do whatever pleases me.”

“True.” Nodding, she crossed her legs, something that made me frown. It wasn't fair she got to cross net legs whenever she wanted while I had to sit with mine spread just because of the bab